After The Beautiful Woman Moves Into The Jock's Dorm Room - Chapter 41

Chapter 41: “Then I’m your first fan. ……”

Shen Qingyu’s lips moved, wanting to say something to comfort him.

But before he could formulate the words, Lu Xiao slammed the door and rushed out, leaving Shen Qingyu standing there in a daze.

Lu Xiao not only didn’t throw a tantrum or say anything nasty to him, but actually ran out…

He must be truly furious.

Shen Qingyu started contemplating whether he needed to change dorm rooms when school started.

Probably not? Even if he really needed to change rooms, the student advisor definitely wouldn’t agree.

Shen Qingyu sighed softly, his mood very complex, and brewed himself a cup of honey water.

In fact, he was the most innocent person throughout this whole ordeal. Lu Xiao hadn’t blacked out, remembered the kiss in the restroom, and mistakenly thought they were already together.

Shen Qingyu had “gotten into a relationship” without even knowing it, and the person was Lu Xiao.

He felt he needed to properly calm down.

He simply couldn’t imagine what it would be like if he were really with Lu Xiao. So Shen Qingyu took a small sip from his cup, closed his eyes, and began to fantasize…

Hmm?

It seems, perhaps, maybe… it’s not bad?

The care and attention Lu Xiao had shown him during this time flashed through his mind… let’s call it attention for now, because back then, Shen Qingyu thought he was deliberately causing trouble, but now, looking back, it was probably Lu Xiao trying to help in his own way.

Thinking of this, Shen Qingyu was suddenly torn between laughter and tears.

Just as Shen Qingyu was tossing and turning at home, Lu Xiao also sat outside the door for a long time. The staircase light turned on and off repeatedly. He wiped his face dejectedly before slowly walking away.

…

Shen Qingyu didn’t have work the next day and, for once, had a day off at home. He was still a little unaccustomed to it and didn’t crawl out of bed until noon.

He pulled open the curtains, and the bright midday sun spilled across the floor. Shen Qingyu spread his arms towards the sun and stretched comfortably.

Shen Qingyu was a clean person and cleaned the house every day. Fortunately, his home wasn’t large, so it wasn’t too tiring.

However, the hilarious confusion with Lu Xiao last night must have been too shocking, causing him not to sleep well all night. After finishing the housework, he felt like the energy in his body had been drained by a pump. He slumped on the sofa, resting for a long time before recovering.

Just then, Song Yu sent a message thanking him for his care and saying he’d like to treat him to a meal sometime.

Shen Qingyu felt he needed something else to distract himself and adjust his mood, so he cheekily replied: “There’s no time like the present. How about today?”

It was only after he spoke that he remembered to ask if Song Yu was free.

“Uh… if you’re not free, never mind.”

Song Yu was, of course, free. He sent a photo of himself chopping vegetables. Shen Qingyu could detect a slight unnaturalness in his tone.

“I am free, but I’m cooking for myself today,” he paused, adding, “If you don’t mind.”

Shen Qingyu wasn’t surprised that he cooked. Cooking was an essential skill for living alone.

“That’s fine. Will it be too much trouble for you?”

“No trouble. I have to cook anyway.”

“Then… should I come over now?”

“Okay, I’ll wait for you.”

Shen Qingyu quickly washed up, changed into a new outfit he had bought at the clothing store where he worked, and happily headed to Song Yu’s place.

This was his first time visiting Song Yu’s home, so on the way, Shen Qingyu stopped by a fruit store and bought some freshly cut fruit.

This time, he didn’t forget where Song Yu lived and easily found the building downstairs. Standing at the entrance of the unit, he specifically messaged Song Yu to open the door for him.

It wasn’t until he entered the narrow, quiet elevator that Shen Qingyu suddenly felt a bit nervous.

Watching the elevator numbers steadily increase, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Shen Qingyu’s palms. He gripped the corner of his clothes and let out a long breath. Along with the nervousness, there was also a hint of anticipation.

The truth was, his relationship with Song Yu wasn’t quite close enough for him to visit his home, which was why he was so nervous.

Unlike the intimacy with Cheng Che, or the playful fighting with Lu Xiao, he and Song Yu were just ordinary roommates with a decent relationship, maintaining a respectful distance from each other.

But after today, would their relationship become a little closer?

The elevator slowly opened, and Song Yu was standing outside waiting for him.

He was wearing a set of linen-colored homewear pajamas. The fabric looked soft and comfortable. At this moment, the aura emanating from him was very gentle, giving people an easily approachable feeling. He wasn’t wearing glasses, revealing a pair of slender phoenix eyes that flickered when he saw Shen Qingyu appear.

Shen Qingyu stepped into his home and handed him the fruit: “I came too suddenly and didn’t know what to buy, so I just got some fruit.”

Song Yu lowered his eyes to glance at it, and thanked him lightly: “Thank you for the trouble.”

Shen Qingyu noticed slippers in the shoe cabinet, but Song Yu still fetched a new pair for him.

After changing his shoes, he sat on the sofa waiting for Song Yu to cook.

With Song Yu’s permission, he wandered around the living room.

Since they were in the same residential area, the overall layout was similar, but Song Yu’s home had significantly fewer furniture and decorations than Shen Qingyu’s, and even daily necessities were sparse.

He saw photos of Song Yu from high school. There were pictures of him elegantly playing the piano on stage in a black suit and photos of him receiving an award on a podium.

Of course, what caught Shen Qingyu’s eye the most was the photo of him with his mother.

His mother looked very intellectual and beautiful. Just from the photo, one could feel her unique elegance.

Shen Qingyu could almost certainly tell that Song Yu’s appearance was mostly inherited from his mother.

Song Yu’s features were seven or eight parts similar to his mother’s, especially those soul-stirring phoenix eyes.

However, Song Yu didn’t inherit the beauty mark under his mother’s eye, which made him less enchanting and more aloof.

Song Yu cooked two home-style dishes, which were excellent in color, aroma, and taste.

Shen Qingyu praised him without reservation: “Smells so good! It must taste amazing.”

Song Yu smiled faintly: “Sit down and have a taste first.” He rubbed his hands on his apron, wiping off the moisture before sitting down opposite Shen Qingyu.

He didn’t immediately pick up his chopsticks but quietly observed Shen Qingyu’s expression.

Shen Qingyu took a bite and instantly looked amazed.

“Wow, Song Yu, you’re too amazing! Why do I feel like you’re good at everything?”

Song Yu’s tense mood relaxed slightly. He whispered: “Living alone, isn’t cooking a necessary skill? After failing many times, you slowly learn.”

“…” Shen Qingyu was stunned.

He felt a bit strange because what Song Yu said had nothing to do with his own comment, did it?

But Shen Qingyu’s thoughts were still led astray, and he couldn’t help but imagine Song Yu fumbling in the kitchen.

Shen Qingyu had always thought he had a certain talent for cooking because his first attempt was very successful. He remembered making scrambled eggs with tomatoes, which, although simple, still required some skill for a beginner. The fact that he succeeded on the first try greatly encouraged Shen Qingyu.

“I saw your high school photos earlier. Was it high school?” Shen Qingyu wanted to find a topic to chat about with him.

Song Yu confirmed it was.

“That photo of you playing the piano is so handsome.” Shen Qingyu thought carefully. “Like a little prince from a fairy tale.”

Song Yu, who never expected anyone to describe him as a “little prince,” chuckled unexpectedly.

Song Yu felt Shen Qingyu was too naive. He was the one who seemed more like a little prince from a fairy tale, believing that everything was beautiful. Song Yu was very curious about how he would react if he knew that those harassing text messages were sent by him.

He couldn’t help but look forward to that day.

Song Yu had plenty of time. He had endured this long, so what was a few more days?

However, he hadn’t accounted for the presence of Lu Xiao and Cheng Che, who severely threatened and interfered with his plan.

“But why didn’t I see a piano at your place?”

“The piano was moved to my mother’s place.”

“Do you still see her?”

“She contacts me when she wants to see me.”

Shen Qingyu was a bit puzzled. He knew Song Yu didn’t have a good relationship with his mother, but he didn’t realize the decision to meet was entirely in his mother’s hands.

“What about you? When you want to see her?”

Song Yu remained silent.

Shen Qingyu felt he had said the wrong thing again. He really wanted to say something to break the atmosphere, but he knew that saying nothing was the right choice now. So Shen Qingyu simply took out his phone to scroll through videos, and when he saw a funny one, he actively held his phone out to share it with him.

“Do you use this app? If you do, we can follow each other, and I’ll share fun videos with you later.” Shen Qingyu showed him his account.

This was Shen Qingyu’s main account in the strict sense, while the account he used for suggestive content was the secondary one.

Song Yu’s body stiffened for a moment, and his tone was somewhat mechanical: “I don’t use it.”

“…”

“?”

Shen Qingyu found this unbelievable.

In this day and age, someone doesn’t use this video app???? As far as Shen Qingyu knew, even Yang Yu’s eighty-eight-year-old great-grandfather used this app regularly. Sometimes Shen Qingyu even came across his videos.

Song Yu was probably some kind of “caveman.”

“I’ll download one now.” Song Yu was highly efficient. While seemingly just downloading the app, he quickly registered a new account. “Okay, I’ll follow you.”

After a while, Shen Qingyu’s eyelid twitched heavily. He silently clicked on his follower list and saw the account that appeared at the top—the default avatar and default username. It looked exactly like a bot.

He held back a laugh and followed the account back. “Then I’m your first fan.”

Song Yu nodded: “And my first follow.”

His speaking tone was always very flat, sounding like he didn’t care or was indifferent, but Shen Qingyu could sense his sincerity in his expression.